Welcome, dear friends.
It has been weeks, perhaps months, since I first created this blog. Why is the opening post so long in coming? To be frank, I have been at a loss for words. While thoughts swirl in my head, asking to be written, the coherent inspiration has not come, and I have been too lazy to sit down and work until a post is prepared.
When I set up this blog, I envisioned it as the corner from which I would write to the world. I wanted to use it to build a platform of words through which I could make connections and fashion a reputation in the blogging world. Lately, though, I have been drifting away from my original idea. I am discovering that - despite what I may have believed - I don't have much to say to the world after all. I have no agenda to push, no product to sell, no image to polish. All I have are two empty hands, a heart passionate about many things, and a pencil.
The hands pick up the pencil, and I write from my heart.
And where does that leave this blog?
At least for now, I am going to keep it small - and private. If you are here reading this, it is probably because you have been asked to come. Because this is not going to be about self-promotion. This has nothing to do with the literary career I once anticipated having. Instead, I will be writing... well, letters. Yes, letters; letters from one friend to another. What is published in this blog will be personal, in a way that I had not planned when I first opened my Blogger account.
There are many things on my heart. I want to share them with you, and I hope you will share in return. Perhaps some of the things will be silly. I may write about manga, or random things such as dust bunnies and how they clutter up the corners along with the plot bunnies. Some days I may write about more sobering things, like the orphans in Bulgaria, or the night I held a baby in my hands and watched her die. But whatever it is that I scribble in these notes to you, it is my life. These are the things that I live, and breathe, and believe. This is the beating of my heart.
Will you join me here, in the quiet corner of my existence? Bring your pencils, your pens, your parchment paper. In my own clumsy way I will write you into my world. And perhaps someday, if what you see moves your heart, you will write back.
L<3VE,
Donny
